The Horse I Rode-
My Chin Held High-
To Yonder Mountain Realm,
No Mother Lode
No Path I’ve Toed-
Leaves Me So
Overwhelmed.
For I’ve Seen You
And I’ve Heard You-
Your Tinny Tender Voice,
And No Ethereal
Mount-
Nor Celestial Fount-
Leaves Me A Better
Choice.
Though Skies Turn
Rouge
With Singed Sought
Thoughts
And Oceans Turn Away,
If I Be Fool-
And Just A Fop-
Please Tell Me
Yesterday